Lux Sans Novels & Stories

New post. I typed the caption in under ten seconds, fingers steady as stone. “Rumors are cheap. Evidence isn’t. Nate, next time hire someone who can forge better than a toddler with Photoshop. Luxera remains open for business. Always has. Always will. To everyone asking: yes, we’re fighting back. No, we’re not slowing down. See you in court baby boy.”

“For all we know, his Luna died of heartbreak from all the philandering he’s done… or god forbid some disease.” “Well, what can I do?” I replied tearfully. “Actually, that’s part of why I dropped by,” Lucy said as she fumbled through her purse before pulling out an envelope and handing it to me. “I might have an alternate solution.” “What’s this?” I ask as I flip it over and see the royal Wax seal on the back. “Is this…” “Yep! It’s from the royal city,” Lucy asserted with a nod. “Well come on now, open it!”

“Wren did say that the amount of wolfsbane in your body was lethal.” My baby almost died. Just thinking about it made me so fucking angry. I was ready to tear the world apart. “That’s weird.” Emma mumbled. “Not for you.” Drake smiled. “You are the True Luna. You can do what most wolves can’t.” Emma looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Jealousy burned inside of me. She shouldn’t be smiling at him. But what pissed me off even more was the way he was looking at her.

The folder he slides across the marble desk is thicker this time, full color mock-ups, mood boards, even projected revenue numbers. Carter leans back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, voice calm and sure. “Take your time. Look at every page. This isn’t some rushed pitch, Lana. This is a full brand. Lana Luxe. Ready-to-wear, lingerie, accessories. Your name front and center. You pick the fabrics, the cuts, the campaigns. I handle funding and distribution, but the vision stays yours. No one else gets to touch it.”

"T-thank you." "Can you please sit here, Luna." Lhea said, pointing on the couch. "Yes. Oh but you can just call me Mitzy." "Oh no.. that would not be right. We have to call you Luna." Lisa said, shaking her head frantically. She started to braid my hair. "No, I'm fine with that. It's pretty strange having people calling me Luna." "But..." she hesitated. "But.. Alpha Flynn would not like that." It's actually not very surprising that people are scared of Eaton. He is so... I don't know how I should put it, Intimidating?

"Don't think you're too lucky, he only selected based on image, not profile. Pack your things Lena, you're going tomorrow night, your tickets are ready, all that is left is for you to take your tests for a health check and that's all." "Tomorrow?" I wondered aloud. I had not taken the time to process these things yet and it was already happening so soon. "Yes, tomorrow." "Okay, are there any notes on how he likes to have sex? Or something?" I asked her. "He doesn't want the sex, just the act. Don't fuck this up. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you rarely get these back." "He doesn't want the sex?" I blinked twice, none of my make clients had said that before. There was something st

Laura was the genius who suggested poisoning their water and as I see it now, it was very useful. I saw how their witches grew faint under the spells of my witches, and the wolves were pressed to the ground one after the other, and most of them had already fainted from shortness of breath. I was sure that there would be no surprises here and that my witches would triumphantly bring them to me. Victoria and Leonhard deserved a painful death because they had dared to run away from me, and I was ready to listen to their screams.

This was game on. The first real clash came that same afternoon. I was in the creative lounge—a glass-walled space with whiteboards and comfy chairs—running my tagline options past the junior writers and a couple designers. The concept was simple but bold: Luxe wasn’t just makeup. It was power. Desire. Unapologetic femininity. My favorite line: Own the gaze. Clean. Strong. Memorable. The juniors were nodding, excited. Then the door opened, and Lucas Kane walked in, coffee in hand, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were annoyingly distracting.

Halfway home, I told Gregor to take a different turn. “To where?” he asked, taking a quick glance at me before turning back to the road. “There’s a place I want to stop by.” He nodded without questions. A few minutes later, we pulled up to Luzé, one of the finest designer boutiques in the city. It was the kind of boutique you go into and never want to come out of. It was the kind I had pictured for Rain. Luxe was a big building, with a floor-to-ceiling glass, white interiors, and clean gold trims. Understated but dripping wealth. I wanted Rain to build up her brand first, then she’d be up there contending with Luze and every other brand.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.